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Dark

Dark
Don’t close your eyes,
Or the darkness will over take
The darkness creeps up on you
Your fear, Your fear of the dark
What?
What did you say?
You’re not afraid of the dark?
Then why?
Why do you hide beneath the covers?
What is it you fear in the dark?
You fear what you cannot see?
What could be there
And what isn’t.
In the dark you cannot see;
In the dark you can hear and smell.
Hear the growls smell the swampy air
So that is what you fear
What hides in the night
When your nightmares come to life
At night in the dark,
The pitch black,
When you can’t see,
That is your fear of the dark.

 

Dream

In a room where you cannot see,
The light is what you need the most.
You can hear water,
The gentle splashing you cannot hear.
Only the rolling thunder of waves pounding rocks.
You can only imagine how far down to the rocks.
The soft padding of small paws probably a cat,
That thought is lost with a roar of the lion.
It’s now hot, so hot you think you’re burning
The rumbling beneath your feet,
You’re in a volcano. As it erupts all you feel is cold.
Now you’re in a blizzard frozen as ice
Your chattering teeth shaking body try to keep warm
When you feel your eyes close the feeling vanishes.
You’re in a bed where you can see.
Is this a dream or
Reality.

 

BLM

They don’t ask for much
Simply equality.
They don’t want your pity
They want the bullets to have a reasoning.

They simply want justice for Brown
Apologies for Sterling
Change in the name of Garner
And reconciliation over Crutcher

Stop silencing them
Stop preaching for all lives matter
They get that, they understand
But their lives matter too

Don’t ignore their calls
Their cries and protests
Don’t degrade their anger
Stop splitting their families

Stop being the broom of justice
Sweeping them under the rug of white supremacy
Listen, just open your ears
Listen and make a change

Just once a day
We can educate our friends
Teach our families
Stand together to fight their oppression

We should be one
We should be equal
Please, stand with them
Please preach for change

That’s all they ask
To be fully freed of their oppression
To see eye to eye
To all citizens

 

A Ripple

A ripple,
It spreads and grows.
A small action
For a bigger effect.
That sounds like something
Something we all know.
We can give it,
For a grand effect
We can receive it,
Which makes us feel full.
The ripples of our kindness,
Are amazing things.
If we all gave kindness
Our ripples would surround
And drown the world.
One splash and it would spread once more.

 

School Day

Pencil, Paper, binder, book,
Ticking clocks and ringing bells.
Loud hallways, quiet classrooms
People talking, people walking.
Rushing here and there,
Papers flying everywhere.
Trying to escape the bell
Getting homework done as well.
Ring.
Ring.
Was that the bell?
Yes, it was the bell.
Locks clicking
Lockers slamming
Running students
Catching buses
The day is done.
Time for Fun.

 

Last Moment

Broken shell,
Empty space,
I can’t see you
But you can see me.

Please come into my dark
And turn on the lights
Save me from my inner thoughts

As the clock winds down,
My time is stopping .
I can see your light,
Getting farther and farther away.

The closer I get
The dimmer you are,
Your light is dimming,
And I am fading.

The racing patterns slow,
Your face a blur,
Surrounded by white,
A light to the black I’m in.

Nothing can reach me now.
It all stops.

 

Broken

You look at me.
Eyes expecting.
You think I’m full.

I’m not.
I’m just an empty plate.
I’ve a crack down the middle.

What do you think I can hold?
I’m split. Yet you think I’m full,
I’m broken and useless.

A crack down the middle.
You still use me, even though I broke.
Everything just falls out.

One day you piece me together,
But I know I will just break.
You can’t fully repair something broken.

I’m a broken plate.
No matter how much you fix me,
I will always be broken.

With a crack down the middle,
Empty.